Page 14 of Boundless Love
“I want you,” I growled out against her sweet, soft skin, running my tongue under the top of her dress in hopes of catching more of her essence.When that wasn’t enough, I withdrew my fingers from her sopping pussy and licked them, helplessly groaning as I did.There was nothing in the world like this.Like her.
And it wasn’t enough.I needed more.I needed her around me, squeezing me.She quickly worked my fly, dipping her hand inside my boxer briefs and wrapping her fingers around my straining shaft.
“That’s right.Stroke it,” I whispered, lifting my hips to fuck her fist.“Make sure I’m nice and hard for you.”
Her soft grunts of approval only heightened the desire racing through me, making it impossible to do anything but lift her by her hips so she could line me up with her pussy.
When she sank down, taking me inside her, we both gasped before I groaned in satisfaction.I was back where I belonged, deep inside her, the only place I ever wanted to be.This was my true north, right here, my center point.
“How do you feel so good?”she whispered, closing her eyes and absorbing the sensation as I did.I didn’t only have the pleasure of feeling every last inch of her tight pussy, I got to watch her, admiring the way she so thoroughly gave herself over to her body’s needs.It didn’t matter that we were in the back of a limo.Hell, that might’ve made it better the way it did for me.Knowing nobody knew what was going on as we rolled past.Multicolored flashing lights washed over Penny’s angelic face now contorted in an expression of almost agonized pleasure.
“Ride me,” I grunted out, holding her by her hips and guiding her up and down.Once she found her rhythm, I took it further, unzipping her dress, admiring the black lace bra that pushed her tits up so alluringly.Her nipples poked at the fabric, and I took one between my teeth, nipping gently, then sucking hard.Her gasp filled the limo as she took the back of my head in one hand and pulled it closer, arching her back and giving herself to me.
“Yes… yes…” she whispered, rolling like a wave, chasing her release.There was nothing I could do but hold on, letting her lead us to the edge and beyond.
“So hot,” I grunted out, worshiping her, lost in her, and relishing the sound of her sweet sighs while her pussy worked my cock.“Come on me.Come with me.”
“Yes…” With her teeth gritted in desperation, she rode harder, faster, clinging to me, trembling.Her soft cries filled my ears along with the rush of my blood, and then, finally, she tightened and went stiff, clenching around me.
That was all it took to push me over the edge.I buried my face between her tits and grunted as my balls emptied.She was all I would ever want or need.The only woman I could only imagine spending my life with.
“So good,” she whimpered, trembling against me, her muscles still spasming by the time she lifted herself off my lap with a soft groan.
“Good doesn’t begin to describe it,” I whispered, kissing her, savoring the taste of her lips.
7
CLAY
“Remind me why we thought it was a good idea to host this event.”I turned to my wife, drained after a handful of calls with asshole vendors determined to make me pull my hair out.This was hardly the first time either of us had hosted a wedding at one of our properties, for fuck’s sake.Usually, they went off without a hitch or the need for either of us to micromanage every aspect of the process.
This was not a normal situation.I was starting to believe we weren’t cut out for this by the time I flopped onto the sofa in the office we shared at the hotel, the latest in our acquisitions.One month in, we were succeeding on every level.Except this one.This particular event.Florists getting their times mixed up, linens delivered in gray rather than the silver Eleanor had chosen, a sick cellist who had to be replaced at the last minute.The printer assured me it would be no trouble changing the name in the programs for the ceremony, but I wasn’t so sure.
With a sigh, Mira joined me, picking up my legs and dropping them over her lap as she sat down.She kicked off her heels and flexed her feet, sighing.“It’s all going to work out.Things always look worse at the last minute, but then they have a way of ironing themselves out.”
“You really believe that?”I asked skeptically.
She wanted to fire off an answer.I saw it in the way her eyes lit up before her mouth opened, only to release a sigh.“It’s what I’m trying to tell myself,” she admitted instead.
“Terrific.”I covered my eyes with my arm.“What is it about this wedding?I swear, if I believed in curses, I might have to wonder what Dante and Eleanor did to get cursed this way.”
Mira’s soft chuckling made me lift my arm so I could look her way.“Are you sure we aren’t the ones who are cursed?”she suggested with a wry grin.
“What did we ever do?”I asked.“What, was I a murderous dictator in a past life?Because at this rate, I’m thinking it would have to be something as serious as that.”
“Everything will be fine in the end.Hell, Dante understands things like this.He has his right-hand man, Blake, making sure things are running smoothly at his clubs so he can be here now,” she reasoned, running a hand up and down my leg in a distracted, almost anxious way.
Let her pretend all she wanted that she wasn’t bothered by the almost comical string of challenges we faced.But it was getting to her.Like me, she hid her concerns from our clients.We kept a professional, level-headed aura around us when we were in front of the bride and groom.Under the surface, though, her fears and frustrations were starting to simmer.
“I know you’re right,” I admitted.While Dante didn’t run hotels, his clubs put him squarely in the hospitality business, where anything might go wrong at any time.He had to understand the effort of putting on a smile he didn’t feel, pretending to be more confident and in control of chaos than he was.
“Just think.Tonight is the rehearsal, tomorrow’s the wedding, and it will be a cakewalk from here on out.”She nodded firmly despite the way I snickered.“I mean it.We are going to decide that this is going to go smoothly.And that’s the way it is going to go.”
It seemed the world had other plans.I cringed inwardly when her phone rang, bracing myself for whatever this latest call would bring.“It’s Josie,” she told me, referring to the nanny currently caring for our daughter in one of the upstairs suites.
While we planned on leaving the hotel to its management team on a regular basis, the way we did with our other properties throughout California, overseeing Dante’s wedding, was too important to miss.
Her face fell once she answered the call.Turning to me, she muttered, “Serafina’s running a temperature.”
